My name is Martel Yggdrasill. But please, Martel is fine. And that won't be necessary. Just stay right there...

[And with that, she jumps up, grabbing onto a nearby branch, and swings herself up onto it in one smooth motion. A hop, skip and jump later, she's standing right on the same branch Nia is sitting on, now smiling down at her rather than up.]

Could you stand and put your arm around my back, Miss Nia?